The Voices on Prince St., Kingston, NY 12401 lyrics

I've got another story to tell

Check, check
Wake up get out of bed
I put the third and fourth eye on my head
Made my way to the fridge for some breakfast
But the fridge was empty, so man, check this:
I made my way out the front door
Alls I had to do was head down to the store
But the voices kept nagging me that I need more
I got out my phone and called my drug dealer

(Hello?
Hey, yo [beep] do you have any sh*t?)
(Yeah, for sure bro, head on over to the crib.)

Instead of eatin' I walk in the streets
And I can't help but feel like I'm just kinda defeatin'
The purpose of my existence, but these goddamn voices are so persistant (C'mon!)
I get to my drug dealer's house ('Bout time)
And as usual he lays one out
Damn, I do feel better
You voices really know your sh*t man, go figure (That's right!)

We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than f*ck with you until you're dead
We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than f*ck with you until you're dead